Our History
I hope you feel lucky dat I'm trustin' you wit' information about dis gang. It's top secret hush hush, so don't even t'ink about breathin' a woid of it ta anyone. Not even yer muddah. Promise? We'se gotta spitshake on it. *spitshake* Okay, den.
Here's a few t'ings about us ta start:
- Most people t'ink we'se a bunch of newsboys, but it ain't so. We'se a whole gang of street rats. Newsies, shoe shiners, telegraph boys, mill woikers, delievery boys, coal shovelers. We got just about every type of person wit' about every other job dat kids like us can woik at. A lot of us gotta woik in sweat shops, but we don't complain too much. It pays.
- Now, don't you start t'inkin' dat we'se all orphans neither. Some of us gots families, and most of us has a place ta live. We take care of each uddah, and if someone don't have a roof ovah dere heads we find dem one. We'se like a family.
- Oh yeah, almost fergot. Da history behind our name. Well, quite a few of us woik at Coney Island slingin' mugs of sasparilla. We'd get maybe a nickel a night, ten cents if we was lucky. It was somethin' extra ta do. Anyways, a lot of us was good at shootin' marbles wit' slingshots. We'd pick up old bottles left around and practice shootin' at 'em. We got pretty good. Well, me, Ringer, was up in Manhattan visitin' some old buddies and I guess I stepped inta da wrong territory and got a bit of me ear shot off by a marble! Boy was I mad! When I got home much latah (it ain't a 15 minute walk mind you) I was bleedin' and furious. So I gets togettah awl me friends and right den and dere we formed our own gang called de Sasparilla Slingers and declared war on the Slingshot Gang (whose territory I had unknowingly stepped inta). Our lives ain't evah been da same since. So dat's de whole story.
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